I thought the scab had healed.
I thought it went away.
I thought I'd never be bothered.
I thought that I'd wouldn't hurt today.

I thought the tears were gone.
I thought that I had moved on.
I thought that it wouldn't hurt.
I thought it was all done.

But now the scab starts bleeding out
The pain is now anew.
The blood is just as fresh.
There's nothing different, the scab was always there.

Nothing has changed.
Only the one picking the scab is different.
The same pain,
Different face.

I thought it was over,
That it was all just a scar.
But now I see
That the wound never closed.

Haven't I always been drowning?
Drowning in my own blood.
Haven't I always been crying?
Crying tears of lost times.

Is it my fault?
Is this all because of me?
Should I just end it?
End everything?

Are the scabs worth all of this?
Are the people worth all of this?
Is life worth all of this?